This ficlet is set in A Night of Neglect. I do not own Glee.
Dave looked down at the phone, ringing for the first time in his nightly workouts; the workouts that started after the 'incident'. He couldn't even call it anything else in his head. The screen on the phone read Az, and he picked it up. "Talk."
"Yo, buddy! You at the school still?" Azimio asked, his voice bubbling with underlying humor. Before he could answer, Azimio shot off another question. "Guess who just walked in?"
"Who?" Dave asked. He didn't really care anymore, he had to work out, he had to shape up.
"Homo, and his new bum buddy." Dave flinched. He was glad no one else was in the gym except for coach to 'oversee'.
"What are those two doing here?" Dave growled. "What are you doing here?" he asked remembering that Azimio shouldn't still be at the school.
"Got roped into some homo explosion baiting, Coach Sylvester's making me." Dave heard some background talking on the call. "Uh-oh, looks like this party's going down pretty quick, I've got to get my wisecracks, wised up. See you, boy."
"See you." Dave stood up from the bench, and decided he had to see him again, even if it meant being the biggest idiot he had ever been.